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Message Sent: 21/11/22
Alias: Blue
Dear Luna,
Every noon the spirits gather in their holy quarters, worship is silent, not to do so is an act of defiance. Empty chambers, gaunt concrete, silhouettes flicker against the candle light. It's cold in here and my hope grows dimmer, I keep hidden under the bed sheet as I write. They want me to fade, into the background of my own existence, to be replaced by their worship, by their ideals.
This prison is a labour of violence. Its rounded rooms keep me circling back to the same pain. I will not accept them as my saviours. I'm trying to keep my spirit up, but there’s a weight to the air. It’s dark out and the icy breeze from the sea finds its way to me.
Every night I stare up at the moon, my only companion and I wonder, will you ever find me?
Always,
Blue
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Message Sent: 04/03/23
Alias: Blue
Dear Luna,
I have nearly disappeared.
My body is merely a receptacle for their vision. I tried to keep the fire alight but it scolded my hands. These darkened halls whisper, the echoes of suffering drowned out by silence. They keep a close eye, watching our movement, I adhere to their truth and never wander from it's guiding light, biding my time, till I am found.
There is no escape, my only exit is through commitment, the ultimate sacrifice. In order to be free I must become what they intend me to be. They talk of us wandering, far from any form of order, they call it war, one that is raging inside the minds of all their citizens, one we must defeat.
They repeat this same phrase, like a mantra day in and day out:
'The loyal will ascend, the few will fade'
I can feel it beginning to take hold of me, I know that if I don't try now it will take me, I need to make my esc-/ [ void ]
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Message Sent: 25/08/23
Alias: Blue
Dear Luna,
The same guard circles my cell block every hour. A rough, fair faced woman, she can't be any older than 32. From time to time she stops by my door, asks me questions, why am I here, what did I do? She tells me about her life outside of the prison, just small, mundane conversations. However, two days ago she was on her usual round and while standing there, talking nothing in particular, she slipped a note through the small porthole, then shut it tight and walked away.
The note reads:
'Your cause is just and I shall not stand by idly anymore. I have contacted people on the outside, October 13th, be ready to escape.'
I'm unsure if I should trust her, this prison is full of deception and deceit. Yet there's something about the way she looks at me, those deep blue eyes, her intentions seem pure and true. I can feel something inside of me, maybe one last glimmer of hope, proof that they haven't taken all of what I was, proof that there is still some kind of softness underneath all this pain.
I will write to you when I can, for now I must nurture this feeling and prepare for what lays ahead.
Always,
Blue
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Message Sent: 14/10/23
Alias: Blue
Dear Luna,
The sharp rain that hits my face has never felt so safe.
I can see the prison way off in the distance, it looks so unintimidating from where I'm standing now. The ringing of routine and ritual is still in my ears, a reminder of what they intend for us all. I fear what I know now has set a pathway in motion, one that I must not back down from.
My body aches, I ran until my feet met the sea where I found a small boat that only had one oar. The waves were so powerful, capsizing my little vessel. I swam in the vast darkness, the moonlight my only guide, back to shore, back home. But I was exhausted and fractured, I must've passed out because when I came to Larry and Ayhan were pulling me out of the water and into a small alcove.
I can't quite remember what actually happened inside the prison, but my jumpsuit is still engraved with writing, it reads:
'ApoplexyTech'
Who are they and what were they doing to me? There's no time for questions now though, we must keep moving as far away from that island as possible.
I will watch for you in the night sky.
Always,
Blue
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This server breaches state law, the termination of 'subnet.dirt' has been scheduled for the 30th October 2023 by the Department Of Order. All contents are hereby claimed as state property under the Traitors Act (1996) and the Digital Defence Law (2005), any persons found in possession or with access to this information will be detained by order of the DRP.
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